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If, however, Léonie felt she ought to go to the police, she must do so, but it would be very unpleasant for her—and so on. "Léonie took immediate fright at the mention of the police. She adored you and had implicit faith in what M. le docteur thought best. Kennedy paid her a handsome sum of money and hustled her back ...
And I know who put the jewel box in my room. I know everything…Do not lie to me, Kameni. I tell you I know." Kameni made no protest. He stood looking at her steadily and his gaze did not falter. When he spoke, his voice was grave and for once there was no smile on his face. "I shall not lie to you, Renisenb." He wai...
He was a quite good-looking man of about forty with a rather expressionless face, wearing horn-rimmed spectacles and carrying a briefcase. "Hello, darling," Henry greeted his wife, as he switched on the wall-bracket lights and put his briefcase on the armchair. "Hello, Henry," Clarissa replied. "Hasn’t it been an abs...
" Miss Lingard said fiercely: "Gervase Chevenix-Gore was a bully, a snob and a windbag! I wasn’t going to have him ruin Ruth’s happiness." Poirot said gently: "Ruth is your daughter?" "Yes—she is my daughter—I’ve often—thought about her. When I heard Sir Gervase Chevenix-Gore wanted someone to help him with a fami...
That is to say I’ve known him for a period of, well, sixteen years I should say. Mind you, we are not the only firm of solicitors he employed, not by a long way." Inspector Neele nodded. He knew that. Billingsley, Horsethorpe & Walters were what one might describe as Rex Fortescue’s reputable solicitors. For his less ...
"Our other guests are late," said Mr. Shaitana. "My fault, perhaps. I believe I told them 8:15." But at that moment the door opened and the butler announced: "Dr. Roberts." The man who came in did so with a kind of parody of a brisk bedside manner. He was a cheerful, highly-coloured individual of middle age. Small t...
Immediately after supper, Mrs Inglethorp retired to her boudoir again. "Send my coffee in here, Mary," she called. "I’ve just five minutes to catch the post." Cynthia and I went and sat by the open window in the drawing-room. Mary Cavendish brought our coffee to us. She seemed excited. "Do you young people want ligh...
"Supposing someone wants to kill me . . . Could they do it this way? Could they make me dream that dream night after night?" "Hypnotism, you mean?" "Yes." Hercule Poirot considered the question. "It would be possible, I suppose," he said at last. "It is more a question for a doctor." "You don’t know of such a case...
"You take very good care of me, Cherry," said Miss Marple. "Got to," said Cherry, in her usual idiom. "Good people are scarce." "Well, thank you for the compliment," said Miss Marple, arriving safely with her last foot on the ground floor. "Nothing the matter, is there?" asked Cherry. "You look a bit rattled like, i...
Weak rather than vicious." "May be mental," said Melchett hopefully. Superintendent Harper nodded. He said: "Has it struck you, sir—that that may be the explanation of the whole case?" "Criminal lunatic, you mean?" "Yes, sir. One of those fellows who go about strangling young girls. Doctors have a long name for it...
Motive and opportunity—why, she was alone in the house! Old Mrs. Archer could easily have got the pistol from Mr. Redding’s house for either of those two. And then, of course, there was Lettice—wanting freedom and money to do as she liked. I’ve known many cases where the most beautiful and ethereal girls have shown nex...
"Yes, it must have been about a quarter past seven when Mr Hailsham-Brown got in." "That would have been shortly after Mr Costello left," the Inspector observed. He moved to the centre of the room, and his manner changed almost imperceptibly as he continued, "He and Mr Hailsham-Brown probably passed each other." "You...
They’re both equally good—or bad. I should think you’d get a room all right." The question made him look more attentively at his interlocutor. Nowadays people usually booked a room beforehand at any place they were going to…. The man was tall, with a bronzed face, a beard, and very blue eyes. He was about forty and n...
Thoroughly well organised. She went abroad under her own and under different names, but never too often, and the actual smuggling was always done, unknowingly, by someone else. She had agents abroad who saw to the exchange of rucksacks at the right moment. Yes, it was a clever idea. And we’ve got M. Poirot here to than...
I was still in the lounge at a quarter to seven when Mr Sanders came in. There were two gentlemen with him and all three of them were inclined to be a little on the lively side. Mr Sanders left his two friends and came right over to where I was sitting with Miss Trollope. He explained that he wanted our advice about a ...
Leonides" instructions. He approved the draft, returned it to me, and in due course I sent him the will for signature. After a lapse of a week, I ventured to remind him that I had not yet received the will duly signed and attested, and asking him if here was anything he wished altered. He replied that he was perfectly ...
Once arrived there, Poirot ordered a most delectable lunch, and then turned to his guest. "And for wine, mademoiselle? What do you say to champagne?" Miss Monro said nothing—or everything. The meal started pleasantly. Poirot replenished the lady’s glass with thoughtful assiduity, and gradually slid on to the topic n...
I found Miss de Bellefort in a very excited, hysterical condition." "Did she utter any threats against Madame Doyle?" "No, nothing of that kind. She was in a condition of morbid self-reproach. She’d taken a good deal of alcohol, I should say, and she was suffering from reaction. I didn’t think she ought to be left. I...
"No," said the lawyer, "no, perhaps not." His voice was as usual dry and unemotional, yet something in it encouraged Arthur Calgary to continue. "I thought, you see," went on Calgary, "that that would be the end of it. I was prepared for a certain amount of—what shall I say—natural resentment on their part. Although c...
"You made her pay instead." "You are saying very offensive things, Alan. Be careful." "Aren’t they true? Why did you find it so easy to get money out of Jane?" "Not for love of me, certainly. It must have been for love of you." "That’s just what it was," said Alan simply. "She paid for my freedom—freedom to work in...
If I am right I shall know in another half hour. Then there’s the lady’s husband, Mr. Dering." "You’ve seen him?" asked Emily curiously. Inspector Narracott looked at her vivid face, and felt tempted to relax official caution. Leaning back in his chair he recounted his interview with Mr. Dering, then from a file at h...
She was very fair, and Celia was never quite sure what she looked like, and her character was variable. Vera de Vete, Sue’s half sister, was the romantic personality of "the school’. She was fourteen. She had straw-coloured hair and deep forget-me-not blue eyes. There was mystery about her past – and in the end Celia k...
"But—oh, I see—no, I don’t. Or do I begin to see what you are hinting at…?" "I doubt it!" said Poirot. "But if you do, you realize, I hope, the supreme importance of that statement." He fixed me with a fierce eye. "Of course. Of course," I said hurriedly. "And then," continued Poirot, "various other things happen. ...
AGATHA CHRISTIE writing as MARY WESTMACOTT Unfinished Portrait Foreword My Dear Mary: I send you this because I don’t know what to do with it. I suppose, really, I want it to see the light of day. One does. I suppose the complete genius keeps his pictures stacked in the studio and never shows them to anybody. I...
Thirdly, your sneak thief is rarely a murderer. Fourthly, as he has been in prison since Saturday, it would be too much of a coincidence that he is able to give so accurate a description of Lowen." Japp nodded. "I don’t say you’re not right. But all the same, you won’t get a jury to take much note of a jailbird’s evid...
This way of describing events almost caused me to smile, but I stuck to my guns. "So, having—pardon the expression—rather made a mess of things, don’t you think it would be more graceful to leave immediately?" "And the dinner, the without doubt excellent dinner, that the chef of Lord Yardly has prepared?" "Oh, what’...
Cornelia shook her head. "I tried to go once or twice, but she made me stay, and I was getting very, very uncomfortable. And then Mr. Fanthorp got up and went out—" "It was a little embarrassing," said Fanthorp. "I thought I’d make an unobtrusive exit. Miss de Bellefort was clearly working up for a scene." "And then...
He touched his hat and, still grinning, departed. "Such a day as I’ve had," said Grannie, untying her bonnet strings. She displayed no signs of fatigue and had obviously enjoyed herself. "The Stores were packed, my dear." Apparently with other old ladies, all carrying off hams in four-wheeled cabs. 9 Celia never t...
Tuppence smiled, gratified at the success of her efforts. "We haven’t exactly proved it yet. But we’re after her. And"—she produced a long drawn-out wink—"I guess she won’t get away with the goods this time." Albert uttered another ejaculation indicative of delight. "Mind you, sonny, not a word of this," said Tuppen...
"That remains to be seen," said Sir James gravely. The other hesitated. "You do not think I ought to go to the police?" "No, no. In all probability the young lady is with other relations." The doctor was not completely satisfied, but he saw that Sir James was determined to say no more, and realized that to try to e...
"It’s the best thing I’ve done," Everard declared aggressively. "We’re getting on," said Isobel. "Lady Charmington wants you to paint her." "Oh, Lord!" He frowned. "I’m not a fashionable portrait painter, you know." "You will be. You’ll get to the top of the tree." "That’s not the tree I want to get to the top of."...
I suggested she should look at properties in England. Then I said when she was twenty-one she could buy one of her own and say good-bye to all that New York lot." "Greta always has wonderful ideas," said Ellie. "She thinks of things I’d probably never have thought of myself." What were those words Mr. Lippincott had ...
I never saw any. I was shown into Richard Symmington’s inner office which had the agreeable mustiness of a long-established legal firm. Vast numbers of deed boxes, labelled Lady Hope, Sir Everard Carr, William Yatesby-Hoares, Esq., Deceased, etc., gave the required atmosphere of decorous county families and legitimate...
"Are you quite mad, Ariadne?" "Probably," said Mrs. Oliver, "raving mad. Come on. Miranda will enjoy being in London. You needn’t worry. She’s not going to have any operation. That’s what’s called "cover" in spy stories. We’ll take her to a theatre, or an opera or the ballet, whichever way her tastes lie. On the whole...
"But the packet of stropanthin was found in Douglas Gold’s pocket!" "A very simple matter to slip it there when we were all crowding round the dying woman." It was quite two minutes before Pamela got her breath. "But I don’t understand a word! The triangle—you said yourself—" Hercule Poirot nodded his head vigorous...
Tried not to admit it to myself. She was damned fond of him. Fond of a murderer! Well, he’ll hang as well as the woman. I’m glad he went to pieces and gave the show away." Miss Marple said: "She was always the strong character. It was her plan throughout. The irony of it is that she got the girl down here herself, ne...
Very nice of Doctor to be so optimistic, Nurse would think, but surely Doctor was wrong. Doctor very often wasn’t wrong. He knew that people who were in pain, helpless, crippled, even unhappy, still liked living and wanting to live. They would take one of Doctor’s pills to help them pass the night, but they had no inte...
It was an escape. When he was painting he didn’t care, he shook off Caroline and her nagging and all the ceaseless rows and quarrels. They were endless, you know. Not a week passed without a thundering row over one thing or another. She enjoyed it. Having rows stimulated her, I believe. It was an outlet. She could say ...
But I, Hercule Poirot, say that Madame Renauld lied. The crime took place at least two hours earlier." "But the doctors—" "They declared, after examination of the body, that death had taken place between ten and seven hours previously. Mon ami, for some reason it was imperative that the crime should seem to have take...
This will be terrible for him—" She paused. "Or do you think not?" "There are a lot of other girls in America," said Hercule Poirot. "And but for you his mother would be in prison—in prison—with her hair cut off—sitting in a cell—and smelling of disinfectant! Ah, but you are wonderful—wonderful." Surging forward she...
Although unable to see how Poirot had deduced Mr. Ventnor’s existence and personal appearance, I was keenly excited. "Tell me," I cried, "was this gentleman one of the first to land when you got to New York?" The steward shook his head. "No, indeed, sir, he was one of the last off the boat." I retired crestfallen, ...
"No," said Mrs. Oliver firmly. "I’d like to meet her. Good yarns she writes." He lowered his voice. "But they say she drinks like a fish." He hurried off and Mrs. Oliver said indignantly, "Really! That’s most unfair when I only like lemonade!" "And have you not just perpetrated the greatest unfairness in helping tha...
Mr Mayherne looked at him for a moment or two in silence. Though he had no intention of saying so, his belief in Leonard Vole's innocence was at that moment strengthened. He knew something of the mentality of elderly ladies. He saw Miss French, infatuated with the good-looking young man, hunting about for pretexts that...
"And the story was put about, very cleverly, that he had frequently mentioned to people that he had high blood pressure. But you know, it’s very easy to put about a story. Very easy. I’ve seen a lot of it in my time." "I bet you have," said Mr. Rafiel. "It only needs a murmur here and there," said Miss Marple. "You d...
The lawyer laid down his knife and fork sharply. "Has anything happened to Miss Tuppence?" His voice was keen-edged. "She’s disappeared," said Julius. "When?" "A week ago." "How?" Sir James’s questions fairly shot out. Between them Tommy and Julius gave the history of the last week and their futile search. Sir J...
Bollard, and you won’t forget which the four things are, will you?" In another minute, she was out of the door. Turning rapidly to the left and then to the left again, she stopped in the arcade of a shoe shop until Bridget, rather breathless, rejoined her. "Oh," said Bridget, "I was terrified. I thought I was going t...
"What time was that?" "About ten minutes past six, sir." "Yes—well?" "I sent word to Jennings, sir. And it wasn’t till I came in here to shut the windows and draw the curtains at seven o’clock that I saw—" Melrose cut him short. "Yes, yes, you needn’t go into all that. You didn’t touch the body, or disturb anything...
"Not entirely conjecture, Dr. Calgary. The knife was in his pocket." "The actual knife?" "Yes. It had blood on it. We’re going to test it, but it’ll be her blood all right. Her blood and the blood of Philip Durrant!" "But—it couldn’t have been." "Who says it couldn’t have been?" "Hester. I rang her up and she told...
We found Mrs. Price Ridley talking at a high rate of speed to a somewhat bewildered-looking police constable. That she was extremely indignant I knew from the way the bow in her hat was trembling. Mrs. Price Ridley wears what, I believe, are known as "Hats for Matrons"—they make a speciality of them in our adjacent tow...
M. de Saint Alard had rushed out and told François to fetch the doctor immediately. He said it was without doubt an apoplexy, explained the man. But when the doctor arrived, the patient was past help. Mr. John Wilson, to whom I was presented by Mademoiselle Virginie, was what was known in those days as a regular John ...
If anyone had said that mental homes would be even fuller as the result of shutting out repressions nobody would have believed him." Stafford Nye interrupted her: "I want to know something," said Sir Stafford Nye. "What is it?" "Where are we going next?" "South America. Possibly Pakistan or India on the way. And w...
Her lover, what had done her in. And he bricked up all the fireplace, they say, and nailed a big sheet of iron over it. Anyway, she was never seen again, poor soul, walking about in her fine dresses. Some said, of course, she’d gone away with him. Gone away to live in town or back to some other place. People used to he...
Yes, but the thief, who is also the murderer, knows something, too, that Sir Claud does not. The thief knows that in a very few minutes Sir Claud will be silenced for ever. He – or she – has one problem that has to be solved, and one only – to hide the paper safely during those few moments of darkness. Shut your eyes, ...
"M. Poirot—would you mind? Just below the right shoulder blade—I can’t reach to rub it in properly." M. Poirot obliged and then wiped his oily hand carefully on his handkerchief. Miss Lyall, whose principal interests in life were the observation of people round her and the sound of her own voice, continued to talk. "...
Giles said: "But, Miss Marple, if everybody felt like that—" She interrupted him. "Oh, I know. There are times when it is one’s duty—an innocent person accused—suspicion resting on various other people—a dangerous criminal at large who may strike again. But you must realize that this murder is very much in the past. ...
Taxation makes it difficult to keep anything up properly. However, now the children are out in the world, the worst strain is over." "How many children have you?" "Two boys. One’s in the Army. The other’s just come down from Oxford. He’s going into a publishing firm." His glance went to the mantelpiece and Gwenda’s ...
"Oh, I don’t think so, Mr. Craddock. I told you she would tire quite suddenly." Later, he asked the nurse: "The only thing I hadn’t time to ask Mrs. Goedler was whether she had any old photographs? If so, I wonder—" She interrupted him. "I’m afraid there’s nothing of that kind. All her personal papers and things we...
Lady Angkatell uttered the last few words in the most conversational of tones. "Lady Angkatell has been entertaining a few friends for a murder this autumn," Midge could not help saying. "Yes," said Lucy meditatively. "I suppose it did sound like that. A party for the shooting. You know, when you come to think of it,...
Then he changes his name, and he starts building up a new personality for himself in some other country, some other job." Laura stared at him for a moment, then left the desk and went to sit in the armchair. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, then opened her eyes and looked at him again. Starkwedder continued ...
"George’s formerly kind feeling towards Zarida underwent a change. He knew his wife was perfectly capable of insisting on moving to a new house if the caprice got hold of her. " "What else did she say?" he asked. " "She couldn’t tell me very much. She was so upset. One thing she did say. I had some violets in a glass...
You have not left him anything, but you had left Esther Walters money, though you weren’t going to let her have any inkling of the fact. Isn’t that right?" "Yes, it’s quite right, but I don’t know how you knew." "Well, it’s the way you insisted on the point," said Miss Marple. "I have a certain experience of the way ...
Anyway, you mustn’t pay me too many compliments—but surely you’ll stay and have tea. I’m sure Mary will give you some tea." He looked round. "Oh, she’s gone away. Nice girl." "Yes, indeed, and very handsome. I expect she has been a great comfort to you for many years." "Oh! They’ve only married recently. She’s my nep...
I was clearing away a lot of stuff, adding to the compost heap, and all that." "Wonderful thing, a compost heap," said Hardcastle, solemnly. Mr. McNaughton brightened immediately. "Absolutely. Nothing like it. Ah! The number of people I’ve converted. Using all these chemical manures! Suicide! Let me show you." He d...
And just at present we all feel we must take notice of Peculiar Things." "Perfectly amazing," I said. "Was she going to—er—sleep in the barrow by any chance?" "She didn’t, at any rate," said Miss Marple. "Because quite a short time afterwards she came back, and she hadn’t got the suitcase with her." Eighteen The i...
He reminded me of an intelligent terrier. I believe that there was no corner of the house that he left unsearched; yet it was all done so quietly and methodically that no attention was directed to his movements. Clearly, at the end, he remained unsatisfied. We had tea on the terrace with Miss Saunders, who had not been...
"Precisely. Why not? Does not one stifle in London today? Would not the country air be agreeable?" "Well, if you put it like that," I said. "Shall we go in the car?" I had acquired a secondhand Austin. "Excellent. A very pleasant day for motoring. One will hardly need the muffler. A light overcoat, a silk scarf—" "...
Poirot detained Mrs Waverly for a minute behind her husband. "Madame, the truth, if you please. Do you share your husband’s faith in the butler, Tredwell?" "I have nothing against him, Monsieur Poirot, I cannot see how he can have been concerned in this, but—well, I have never liked him—never!" "One other thing, mad...
I did not tell mother about these terrible fits of anxiety, and I don’t think she ever guessed at them. I used also to have fears, when she had gone out into the town, that she might have been run over. It all seems silly now, so unnecessary. It wore off gradually, I think, and probably lasted only for a year or two. L...
Miss Lemprière’s hallucination, or vision, is interesting certainly, but I do not see clearly the point on which she wishes us to pronounce." "Indigestion and coincidence," said Raymond, "and anyway you can’t be sure that they were the same people. Besides, the curse, or whatever it was, would only apply to the actual...
She left the car outside Laurel Cottage and went in. A thin, energetic woman with grey hair, of about fifty years of age, opened the door and displayed instant signs of recognition. "Why, so it’s you, Mrs Oliver. Ah well, now. Not seen you for years and years, I haven’t." "Oh, it’s a very long time." "Well, come in ...
She then turned to Isabella and plunged into reminiscences of the old days at St Ninian’s. It seemed to me a conversation in which one of the two participants did not really know her part. Anne Mordaunt had to help her out more than once. Mrs Carslake murmured apologetically to Teresa: "I’m so sorry Dick is late. I c...
The person who did not share my enthusiasm was the wretched Max. He wanted his photography to be the opposite of what I was now doing. Things had to look exactly what they were, with as much detail as possible, exact perspective, and so on. "Don’t you think this necklace looks rather dull like that?" I would say. "No,...
He was successful, resourceful, brave, sunny-tempered, a delightful companion." She paused, and seemed to be remembering. Then she continued. "There were, I must admit, always the defects of those qualities in him. He was impatient of controls, of restraints. He had a cruel streak in him, and he had a kind of fatal arr...
'Go on,' she said. 'I will put the case against you, mademoiselle. You loved Captain Marshall. You also loved money. Your adopted father he would never have consented to you marrying Captain Marshall, but if he dies you are fairly sure that you get everything. So you go out, step over the flower border to the window w...
"It’s a mix-up," confessed Anthony. "I’ve been away on a wild-goose chase. Made a thorough ass of myself. Look here, to me the whole question seems to resolve itself into this: did the men find what they were looking for last night?" "Supposing they didn’t?" said Virginia. "I’m pretty sure they didn’t, as a matter of ...
It was nice of him to be worried about me. He was nice…" She paused again. "The next day he left. I’ve never seen him again. "My baby was born nine months later. I was wonderfully happy all the time. To be able to have a baby so peacefully, with no one to hurt you or make you miserable. I wished I’d remembered to as...
"Oh, yes, you will some day, my child. You’re young. But we needn’t discuss that. There’s no other trouble. You’re not worried about—money, for instance?" "No, I’m quite all right." "I know you get anxious sometimes about your boy’s education. That’s why I want to tell you something. I drove into Milchester this afte...
MURDER IN THE MEWS Eight Major Eustace received the two men with the easy assurance of a man of the world. His flat was small, a mere pied à terre, as he explained. He offered the two men a drink and when that was refused he took out his cigarette case. Both Japp and Poirot accepted a cigarette. A quick ...
Expect this is his idea. Nephew or something. Funny idea, though, sticking it in the paper." "It was in the Personal Column. We might never have seen it. I suppose it is an invitation, Archie?" "Funny kind of invitation. I can tell you one thing. They can count me out." "Oh, Archie," Mrs. Easterbrook’s voice rose in...
"I—I don’t understand," said Sandford. "You understand that the girl Rose Emmott was drowned last night?" "I know. Oh! it’s too, too distressing. Really, I haven’t slept a wink. I’ve been incapable of any work today. I feel responsible—terribly responsible." He ran his hands through his hair, making it untidier stil...
Twenty-nine I don’t know how long I sat there—only a few minutes in reality, I suppose. Yet it seemed as though an eternity had passed when I heard the door open and, turning my head, looked up to see Melchett entering the room. He stared at Hawes asleep in his chair, then turned to me. "What’s this, Clement? What d...
The question was: How was that morphia administered? She was not on morphia. She was not a patient who suffered pain. There were three possibilities, of course. She might have taken it by accident. Unlikely. She might have got hold of some other patient’s medicine by mistake but that again is not particularly likely. P...
Then I ran round the house, in at the front door and through that door and over to John and picked the revolver up. I thought, you see, that first they’d think I had done it, and then they’d find that it wasn’t the right revolver and so I’d be cleared. And then I meant to put the revolver that had shot him into that fi...
There was a great deal of latitude in what they did, and if they did not want to do a thing they were not pressed to do it, because, so the Headmistress said, they then came to want to do things of their own accord. There was a certain amount of artistic training, and, again, I liked the Headmistress. She was an origin...
Brown. Yes"—as Tuppence made a movement—"not a doubt of it—Mr. Brown is here. . . ." "In this house?" "In this room . . . You don’t understand? I am Mr. Brown. . . ." Stupefied, unbelieving, they stared at him. The very lines of his face had changed. It was a different man who stood before them. He smiled a slow cru...
She stopped when she saw him; her eyes, wide and slightly glazed, stared at him, expressing such a complete lack of emotion that it was almost shocking. "Dearest, is your head better? This is Dr Knox. My wife." Llewellyn came forward, took her limp hand, said formally: "I’m very pleased to make your acquaintance, Lad...
Then I had to reprove two of our choir boys for persistent sweet sucking during the hours of divine service, and I had an uneasy feeling that I was not doing the job as wholeheartedly as I should have done. Then our organist, who is distinctly "touchy," had taken offence and had to be smoothed down. And four of my po...
She was devoted to the man. I just made it my business to find out as much as I could about them. One has a lot of opportunities doing one’s needlework round the fire. Mrs Sanders (Gladys, her name was) was only too willing to talk. It seems they had not been married very long. Her husband had some property that was co...
I say, Bundle—are you there still?" "Of course I’m here." "Well, you haven’t said anything for an age. I began to think that you had gone away." "No, I was just thinking over something." Should she tell Bill of Ronny’s death? She decided against it—it was not the sort of thing to be said over the telephone. But soo...
She was writing down a message on a pad. Turning her head over her shoulder she said: "It’s a telegram." The call concluded, she replaced the receiver and handed the pad on which she had been writing to the inspector. The place of origin was Paris and the message ran as follows: Fortescue Yewtree Lodge Baydon Heath S...
Peters. The note had been sent up to her. A few minutes later she had come down with the two children and a suitcase. The children had then left with the visitor. Mrs. Peters had gone to the office and explained that she should only want the one room after all. She had not appeared exceptionally distressed or upset, i...
Yes, I see it all. Louisa was the only danger with her endless talk about her superstitious fancies. Someone might realize the significance of the train and then–goodbye to that excellent alibi." "Wonderful," commented Mr Quin. Mr Satterthwaite turned to him, flushed with success. "The only thing is–how to proceed n...
He took her hand in his. "Look, Renisenb. Look out from here across the valley to the River and beyond. That is Egypt, our land. Broken by war and strife for many long years, divided into petty kingdoms, but now–very soon–to come together and form once more a united land–Upper and Lower Egypt once again welded into on...
The soul of Hercule Poirot approved. Here, he considered, was an orderly mind. Now that he saw her at close quarters he realized that Angela Warren might easily have been a very handsome woman. Her features were regular, though severe. She had finely marked dark brows, clear intelligent brown eyes, a fine pale skin. S...
Vera went into her room and shut the door. She reappeared in under a minute dressed in a tight-fitting silk rucked bathing dress. Wargrave nodded approval. "Thank you, Miss Claythorne. Now if you will remain here, we will search your room." Vera waited patiently in the corridor until they emerged. Then she went in, ...
Now my car—" "My car, I think, John." Mrs Clapperton’s voice was shrill and penetrating. He showed no annoyance at her ungraciousness. Either he was used to it by this time, or else— "Or else?" thought Poirot and let himself speculate. "Certainly, my dear, your car," Clapperton bowed to his wife and finished what h...
I must try and get hold of Micky." He replaced the receiver. Gwenda Vaughan came towards the telephone. "Shall I try and get Micky now?" Hester said: "If this is going to take a little time, could I ring up first, please, Gwenda? I want to ring up Donald." "Of course," said Leo. "You are going out with him this ev...
On the other hand, if Rupert Carrington killed her, why take the jewels which would incriminate him fatally?" "As a blind." "Perhaps you are right, my friend. Ah, here is Japp! I recognize his knock." The inspector was beaming good-humouredly. "Morning, Poirot. Only just got back. I’ve done some good work! And you?...
He was not the type of a young man one would want anyone one was fond of to marry. She was a very lovely girl and a very sweet girl. I don’t know why she didn’t marry him. Nobody has ever told me." She sighed and then said, "Anyway, she died…." "Why did she die?" said Miss Marple. Elizabeth Temple stared at the peoni...
He had only a vision—a vision of a small cottage garden thickly planted with sweet-smelling, brightly coloured blossoms. He had asked, almost pathetically, for instruction, and had noted down Miss Marple’s replies to questions in a little book. He was a man of quiet method. It was, perhaps, because of this trait, that...

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